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Full Name: Aurora S

Born: May 5th 1983

City: Sydney

Dwells: Anywhere Dark [ie goth clubs, goth parties, beds of goth guys etc]

Sustenance: Pixie sticks, crack, blood, vodka, coffee

ICQ #: 3934436

Music: Cradle of Filth, Fields of the Nephilim, Sisters of Mercy, Garbage

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<FONT SIZE=+3><CENTER><B>My Story</B></FONT><FONT SIZE=+2><FONT COLOR="#33FF33"> ~ A little history from the shadowy depths of your humble host's past... </CENTER>

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U><CENTER>Goth: the painted mirror & the alternative reflection</U></CENTER>

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Not many people can say they have been empowered from birth... A born pagan and gradual nymphomaniac from ten years prior [1989], I have been summoned to the darker and yet brighter side of life by the stirrings within me. Dabbling in black magic and wicca from the time the movie The Craft appeared, I think not of what could of been, how I could have been moulded into the perfect daughter, pristine, pure and all. No, I indulge in myself, spending my spare time with the goth and pagan community, and placing my discoveries into this collection of pages to share with my like-minded comrades. While tripping out, flying into that trance-like state I can be usually found in, I write the most of my poetry, inspired by the dark and bittersweet pang of emotion. My music is always with me, dancing in my head, spinning me out when I have no more money to plunder on the cooling powdered crystals... <A HREF="ct.html">glittering snow... </A>

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Like many people, I have been through my fair share of desire and disappointment. Love squandered; delt out fast, yet gambled by a fool, and lost to the crevice of the sun's rule. The suicide stages have been played in full, now the long - or perhaps somewhat shorter - waiting game for death is taking it's not-so-steady course. I care not whether it comes fast and sweeps me away in its belt of ecstasy, I embrace the solitude of its smothering, black waters.

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My cravings for blood came swiftly, and the hunger and thirst gnawing away at my insides practically overcame that of my drug-lust. I satisfy myself with the alluring kiss of crimson-stained liquid life, hiding the truth from all who are skeptical, denying them the pleasure, and flaunt my attributes to fellow occultists. Some would call me weird, but I take it as a compliment.

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My realm has always been something of a hideout for me, either shutting out the teeny-bopping world, or drawing in the ebony satisfaction of the real world. Because I'm just an all-round generous person, I have decided to share my knowledge with you, and hope you do the same with me. In other words, I want you to send me anything you think might add to the wealth of these pages: articles, notes, pictures, poetry, artwork... anything. And to those who think I'm too morbid and metaphysical, go to hell...you might find it quite accommodating.

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Full Name: Aurora S Born: May 5th 1983 City: Sydney Dwells: Anywhere Dark [ie goth clubs, goth parties, beds of goth guys etc] Sustenance: Pixie sticks, crack, blood, vodka, coffee ICQ #: 3934436 Music: Cradle of Filth, Fields of the Nephilim, Sisters of Mercy, Garbage

My Story ~ A little history from the shadowy depths of your humble host's past...

Goth: the painted mirror & the alternative reflection

Not many people can say they have been empowered from birth... A born pagan and gradual nymphomaniac from ten years prior [1989], I have been summoned to the darker and yet brighter side of life by the stirrings within me. Dabbling in black magic and wicca from the time the movie The Craft appeared, I think not of what could of been, how I could have been moulded into the perfect daughter,pristine, pure and all. No, I indulge in myself, spending my spare time with the goth and pagan community, and placing my discoveries into this collection of pages to share with my like-minded comrades. While tripping out, flying into that trance-like state I can be usually found in, I write the most of my poetry, inspired by the dark and bittersweet pang of emotion. My music is always with me, dancing in my head, spinning me out when I have no more money to plunder on the cooling powdered crystals... glittering snow...
Like many people, I have been through my fair share of desire and disoppointment. Love squandered; delt out fast, yet gambled by a fool, and lost to the crevice of the sun's rule. The suicide stages have been played in full, now the long - or perhaps somewhat shorter - waiting game for death is taking it's not-so-steady course. I care not whether it comes fast and sweeps me away in its belt of ecstasy, I embrace the solitude of its smothering, black waters.
My cravings for blood came swiftly, and the hunger and thirst knawing away at my insides practically overcame that of my drug-lust. I satisfy myself with the alluring kiss of crimson-stained liquid life, hiding the truth from all who are sceptical, denying them the pleasure, and flaunt my attributes to fellow occultists. Some would call me weird, but I take it as a compliment.
My realm has always been something of a hideout for me, either shutting out the teenybopping world, or drawing in the ebony satisfaction of the real world. Because I'm just an all-round genorous person, I have decided to share my knowledge with you, and hope you do the same with me. In other words, I want you to send me anything you think might add to the wealth of these pages: articles, notes, pictures, poetry, artwork... anything. And to those who think I'm too morbid and metaphysical, go to hell...you might find it quite accomodating.
"Friends" in the Dissociation of Society
The Chronicle of Script Previous Page

If you feel the need to spam me, spank me, or spite me, please do so in an orderly manner.Love me Hate me Fuck me overYour co-operation is greatly appreciated.